The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Ma Seongun’s eyes scanned the surviving righteous path martial artists.

What would be a good gift?

He couldn’t distinguish them.

He could no longer recognize human faces.

To Ma Seongun, humans now only looked like fresh prey.

“I can’t help it.”

Ma Seongun walked forward, picking out those who looked delicious and stretching out his hand.

Peok—!!

A dark red palm force blew away a head or a chest.

“Blood Demon!!”

As Ma Seongun began to act in earnest, he drew the attention of the righteous path masters, including Cheon Yusin and Gu Daepil.

Soon after, Cheon Gasung and Cheon Yerang also broke through the men of the heretic path and joined Cheon Yusin.

“How did you two get here?”

At Cheon Yusin’s question, Cheon Gasung opened his mouth to say something, but Cheon Yusin raised his hand and cut him off.

“That’s enough. Follow me. From now on, we will face the Blood Demon.”

At the words of fighting the Blood Demon, Cheon Gasung and Cheon Yerang nodded their heads and gripped their swords again.

Following them, Gu Daepil and Peng Ohyun, who was one of the few surviving righteous path martial artists, and Ilmun and the Wudang Three Swords gathered.

“Since our martial arts are different, we must be careful not to overlap our movements.”

“I understand.”

Ilmun, who had nodded his head, focused his mind on the last chance that had come to him.

‘If I can just steal the Blood Jade… nothing else matters.’

The numerous men of the heretic path surrounding him.

No matter how many of them rushed in, the Blood Jade was enough.

If he combined the power and experience of the numerous masters accumulated in the Blood Jade with his own power.

‘I will become the number one of all time.’

Desire flickered in Ilmun’s eyes.

Although his plan had been ruined by the great explosion, a second chance had come to him.

“He’s finally coming.”

Cheon Yusin aimed his sword at Ma Seongun, who was approaching from the front.

“I’ll say it again, our opponent is the absolute master of the heretic path called the Blood Demon. You must never face him alone, and avoid a head-on confrontation as much as possible.”

After finishing his warning, Cheon Yusin sent a telepathic message to Cheon Gasung.

—Wait. And if you see an opening, don’t miss it and strike the Blood Demon’s neck. You must be the one to cut him down. Do you understand?

Cheon Gasung nodded his head once.

After confirming his answer, Cheon Yusin took a step towards the approaching Ma Seongun.

The meeting of the number one master of the heretic path and the number one master of the righteous path had finally come to pass.

All eyes were focused on the exciting meeting of the two absolute masters.

“I am the Martial Alliance Leader, Cheon Yusin.”

“Yes.”

Ma Seongun stared at Cheon Yusin’s face.

He could only see his outline.

Although he couldn’t recognize what he looked like, Ma Seongun didn’t care much.

He was not curious about who he was, nor did he need to know.

He only saw him as a human with fresh blood to fill his stomach.

The first move was Cheon Yusin’s.

“Here I come!”

Cheon Yusin’s shout was a signal.

In response to the signal, the righteous path masters threw their bodies in all directions, and in the meantime, Cheon Yusin’s sword thrust straight forward.

The White Moon Mirror Heaven Sword Technique.

The sharpest and coldest sword technique among Cheon Yusin’s sword techniques.

The cold air at the tip of the sword froze the surrounding air.

Ma Seongun stretched out his hand towards Cheon Yusin’s approaching sword.

‘Foolish bastard.’

No matter how strong his internal energy was, to try to block the sword qi of the great Cheon Yusin with his bare hands.

Cheon Yusin snorted and thrust his sword powerfully.

Tadang—!!

At that moment, Cheon Yusin’s blade, which had hit Ma Seongun’s palm, bent like a bow and was deflected.

“Hmm!?”

Cheon Yusin couldn’t help but be surprised.

‘Did I lose in a pure internal energy fight!?’

His blade, which contained his power, had failed to pierce Ma Seongun’s protective qi and had been deflected.

Following that, the masters of the righteous path attacked Ma Seongun from all directions.

Gu Daepil’s begging stick and the swords of the Wudang Three Swords, including Ilmun.

And Peng Ohyun’s large sword.

All of their attacks poured down on the single martial artist named Ma Seongun.

Kwagagagang—!!

An explosion of qi occurred one after another.

But in the center of it, Ma Seongun stood with a bored face.

His martial arts uniform did not even have a scratch.

The attacks of the masters had failed to even pierce Ma Seongun’s protective qi.

“How… can this be…!”

Peng Ohyun couldn’t help but be greatly flustered.

His sword had not even cut Ma Seongun’s clothes.

Unable to accept this, Peng Ohyun swung his sword down with all his might.

But Ma Seongun blocked it with a lightly raised hand, and as a result, Peng Ohyun’s sword was split in half.

“Damn it…!!”

Following that, the palm force released from Ma Seongun’s hand flew towards Peng Ohyun.

“Keuk!”

Peng Ohyun hurriedly twisted his body to avoid the palm force.

But to do so, Peng Ohyun had to give up his left hand.

Peng Ohyun retreated, holding his left arm, which had been torn off along with the palm force.

In the meantime, Cheon Yusin rushed at Ma Seongun once again.

Extreme Cold Cracking Ice.

From Cheon Yusin’s sword, which had drawn a full moon, an extreme cold air gushed out and covered Ma Seongun.

Even in the cold air that froze even his breath, Ma Seongun did not budge.

Rather, the dark red energy that was soaring from his body grew hot and changed the surrounding cold air into heat.

“Damn it!”

Cheon Yusin took a step back, aimed the tip of his sword forward, and raised his internal energy.

A cold air that froze even the air gushed out from Cheon Yusin’s entire body.

“Ice Hundred Mirror Moon.”

A white sword qi covered Cheon Yusin’s blade and rose long.

The white, transparent sword qi, which looked like an icicle, reflected the dark red light of Ma Seongun’s energy.

“Hoo—!!”

—Get ready!

Cheon Yusin prepared his ultimate technique and at the same time sent a telepathic message to the martial artists and rushed forward as if he were bouncing.

At the same time, the white, transparent sword qi that had risen from Cheon Yusin’s sword stretched out long, freezing the surroundings entirely.

“You… will be a sufficient gift.”

Ma Seongun looked straight at Cheon Yusin.

He still couldn’t recognize his face, but the strength he felt from him made Ma Seongun feel hungry.

A dark red energy soared from Ma Seongun’s right hand.

This was nothing.

“Bloodless Hand.”

The Bloodless Hand.

A technique of nothing, created by mixing all sorts of martial arts.

But his Bloodless Hand split the sword qi of Cheon Yusin’s signature ultimate technique, the Ice Hundred Mirror Moon, in half.

At the same time, hundreds of wounds burst on Cheon Yusin’s right arm, which was holding the sword.

“Keuk!”

At the hot pain he had never felt before, Cheon Yusin hurriedly withdrew his sword and had to retreat.

‘From the wound… blood…’

Cheon Yusin, who was about to stop the bleeding, realized that no blood was coming from his wound.

‘Don’t tell me?’

Cheon Yusin stared at the tip of Ma Seongun’s hand.

Surprisingly, at the tip of his hand, a black blood clot was forming in the shape of a large jade.

The blood clot seeped into the tip of Ma Seongun’s hand.

Thud—!

Cheon Yusin’s sword fell.

Only then did Cheon Yusin realize that the blood had stopped flowing from his right arm.

The fluster was short-lived.

Cheon Yusin had to stomp his foot, grabbing his right arm.

Because Ma Seongun, who had tasted blood, was stretching out his hand, emitting a blood-red light from his two eyes.

‘I can’t let that hand touch me!’

Cheon Yusin’s heart, which had learned the fear of death for the first time, pounded fast.

‘What on earth are the others doing!’

Cheon Yusin discovered Ilmun and the Wudang Three Swords, who were standing with confused expressions far away from Ma Seongun.

They were just standing there, unable to dare to attack Ma Seongun.

‘Foolish bastards!!’

Cheon Yusin was angry and felt despair as he saw the approaching Ma Seongun.

It was right at that moment.

“Family Head!”

Cheon Gasung and Cheon Yerang appeared in front of Cheon Yusin almost at the same time and blocked Ma Seongun.

“No! He’s not your opponent!”

Despite Cheon Yusin’s warning, Cheon Gasung and Cheon Yerang did not retreat and raised their respective swords.

Cheon Gasung gritted his teeth and swung his sword, pouring the maximum amount of internal energy he could muster into it.

Ma Seongun stretched out his hand as if he were annoyed and grabbed Cheon Gasung’s sword.

“Now!”

At Cheon Gasung’s shout, Cheon Yerang thrust her white sword forward.

The White Heaven Sword pierced the momentary gap that Cheon Gasung had created, and the tip of the White Heaven Sword reached Ma Seongun’s neck.

Grab—!

“Ah…!”

Cheon Yerang discovered that the tip of her sword was caught in Ma Seongun’s grasp.

Ma Seongun broke the sword of Cheon Gasung he was holding and then threw the piece of the blade at Cheon Yerang.

‘I can’t avoid it.’

A shadow was cast in front of Cheon Yerang’s eyes, who had realized that she couldn’t avoid it.

Puk—!

“Keuk…!”

A piece of the blade was stuck in Cheon Gasung’s back.

“Get a grip… Cheon Yerang!”

“Big brother!”

Cheon Yerang grabbed Cheon Gasung with her left hand and quickly retreated.

Fortunately, Ma Seongun did not pay attention to the two who were retreating.

His only interest was Cheon Yusin.

“Do you want me?”

Cheon Yusin, realizing that Ma Seongun wanted him, retreated in the opposite direction from Cheon Gasung and Cheon Yerang.

It was not because of paternal love.

For the future of the White Moon Palace, Cheon Gasung could not die here.

Cheon Yusin put his ki into his left hand, which he could still move.

Cheon Yusin, who had finished his preparations by performing the White Moon Hand, sent his last telepathic message.

—Listen to me carefully. This is my last chance, and it will be your last chance too. So don’t hesitate and rush in at once. This is the last time.

Ilmun, who had received the telepathic message, nodded his head and put his ki into his sword.

At the same time, the Wudang Three Swords also put their ki into their swords and prepared for the decisive battle.

“Blood Demon… do you want my blood? Come and get it. I am here.”

Ma Seongun appeared in front of Cheon Yusin at an incredible speed.

‘Is it the movement technique of the Shadowless Ghost?’

Cheon Yusin stretched out his hand towards Ma Seongun, who had approached with a fast movement technique that could not be followed by the eye.

The tip of his hand grabbed Ma Seongun’s neck.

Following that, Ma Seongun also grabbed Cheon Yusin’s left wrist.

Udeudeuk—!!

Cheon Yusin’s White Moon Hand and Ma Seongun’s Bloodless Hand fought a fierce battle.

But the winner of the fight between the two techniques was, as expected, Ma Seongun.

The white light of the shining White Moon Hand faded, and Ma Seongun’s dark red hand grabbed his wrist.

“It’s the end.”

“Yes… it’s your end.”

From both sides of Ma Seongun, the Wudang Three Swords appeared and thrust their swords.

From behind, Ilmun accurately pierced Ma Seongun’s back at a specific point.

Puk—!

Finally, the tip of Ilmun’s sword pierced Ma Seongun’s protective qi and succeeded in wounding his body.

‘I did it!’

Ilmun did not stop there and sent a palm force to the sword hilt, pushing the sword deeper.

Puuuk—!!

Every time the tip of the blade stuck in his body deepened, Ma Seongun’s body trembled.

Soon after, Ma Seongun turned around with an angry gaze.

“What are you doing?”

Ilmun, who had felt an indescribable fear at Ma Seongun’s gaze, which was filled with an empty anger, hurriedly shouted.

“What are you all doing! Hurry and strike that bastard’s neck!!”

At Ilmun’s command, the Wudang Three Swords retrieved the swords they had thrust in and at the same time sent a slash.

The three swordsmen, as befitting the masters representing the Wudang Sect, aimed for Ma Seongun’s neck with a strong sword qi.

It was then.

“How dare you.”

As Ma Seongun’s two hands stretched out to the left and right, dark red qi in the shape of a grasp pierced the hearts of the Wudang Three Swords.

The hearts of the Wudang Three Swords, who had died without even being able to scream, were sucked into Ma Seongun’s grasp.

Chewing and swallowing their hearts, Ma Seongun met the eyes of Ilmun, who was still standing blankly with his sword stuck in him.

“How dare you…!”

“W-wait a minute!”

The tip of Ma Seongun’s hand pierced Ilmun’s chest.

“Keo… keoheok!!”

Ma Seongun, who had even pulled out Ilmun’s heart, chewed it and drank the blood.

The time it took for the sect master of Wudang, Ilmun, and the Wudang Three Swords to all die was as short as the blink of an eye.

Cheon Yusin stepped back, with Ilmun’s corpse in front of him.

‘I can’t win… I can’t win.’

He couldn’t figure out how to win against Ma Seongun.

But Ma Seongun seemed to have no intention of letting the fleeing Cheon Yusin go, and stretched out his hand forward, and the dark red grasp that had just killed the Wudang Three Swords flew towards him.

“No!”

Someone blocked Cheon Yusin’s path.

“Ye…rang…!”

It was Cheon Yerang.

She fought against the dark red energy that Ma Seongun had shot with her White Heaven Sword.

But the difference in power between the two martial artists was already like heaven and earth.

Cheon Yerang, crushed by the huge pressure that she could not resist, knelt on one knee.

Thump—!

“Keuk!”

Cheon Yerang’s two arms trembled.

Blood was dripping from the palm of her left hand that was gripping the blade.

Cheon Yerang looked up at Ma Seongun, who had come in front of her, and thought.

‘…Is it over?’

She couldn’t block it.

Behind her, the White Sword Unit of the White Moon Palace and So Wigyeon, who had appeared late, were retreating with Cheon Gasung and Cheon Yusin.

‘But… the family head is alive. And big brother too.’

If the two of them were alive, that was enough.

But there was one thing she regretted.

‘To die without seeing your face… is a pity.’

For some reason, as death approached, Jin Sohyun’s face came to mind.

“I wanted to hear it… one more time.”

As the White Heaven Sword broke, Ma Seongun’s grasp approached Cheon Yerang.

“…”

Cheon Yerang squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again.

Ma Seongun’s hand, which should have grabbed her neck or pierced her chest by now, was stopped in front of her eyes.

No, Ma Seongun was no longer looking at her.

Sreureureu—!

Cheon Yerang discovered that the swords that had been lying around her were flying somewhere as if they had an invisible string attached to them.

The surprised Cheon Yerang followed the flying swords with her gaze.

And there, she saw a familiar face.

“Jin…Sohyun.”

Numerous swords floated in the sky as if they had life.

At the center of the swords was Jin Sohyun.

“Ma Seongun.”

(End of Chapter)